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“If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I’m about to do today?”


Thursday, April 16, 2015

Erti Hidup


Ada seorang pemuda yang sedang berjalan- jalan ditepi hutan untuk mencari udara segar, ketika dia sedang berjalan-jalan, tiba -tiba terdengarlah bunyi ngauman suara harimau …


Auuuummmm … !!!

Seekor harimau yang sedang lapar Dan mencari mangsa untuk mengisi perutnya. Tiba-tiba tanpa disedari oleh pemuda tersebut.. harimau itu sudah berada dihadapan pemuda itu. Disebabkan terlalu takutkan harimau itu, dia pun berlari dan sejauh yang termampu.

Harimau yang sedang lapar itu sudah tentu tidak akan melepaskan dia pergi begitu sahaja , harimau itu pun mengejar pemuda tadi . Ditengah kepanikkan itu, pemuda tadi sempat berdoa agar diselamatkan dari terkaman harimau itu dan dia amat bersyukur kerana doanya dikabulkan.

Dalam keadaan dia sedang berlari dia terpandang sebuah perigi tua, terlintas difikirannya untuk melompat ke dalam perigi itu, kerana harimau pasti tidak akan mengejarnya dan ikut lompat sama ke dalam perigi tersebut.

Amat bernasib baiklah pemuda itu kerana ditengah-tengah perigi itu ada tali yang menjulur ke bawah, jadi pemuda tadi tidak perlu melompat yang mungkin akan menyebabkan kakinya patah disebabkan dalamnya perigi tersebut. Namun, tali itu pendek Dan tak termampu untuk dia menjejakkan kaki kedasar perigi tersebut dan akhirnya dia bergayutlah ditengah-tengah perigi itu.

Ketika pemuda itu sedang bergayut , pemuda itu mengangkat mukanya keatas. Ternyata harimau tadi masih menunggunya dibibir perigi itu. Dan ketika dia menunduk kebawah, terdengar suara kacukan air yang ganas, setelah diamati ternyata Ada 2 ekor buaya yang ganas yang berusaha menggapai badannya.

Pemuda itu mengeluhhh ...

Ya Tuhan apakah yang harus aku lakukan? Di atasku harimau sedang menunggu, dibawah buaya bersiap-sedia menerkamku. Ketika pemuda itu sedang memikirkan cara untuk keluar dari perigi itu, tiba-tiba di celah-celah perigi itu terdapat lobang kecil dan tanpa di jangka oleh pemuda itu maka keluarlah seekor tikus putih … ciiit … ciiit ... ciit … yang naik meniti tali pemuda tadi. 

Dia menggigit tali pemuda tadi. Belum sempat pemuda itu terjaga dari terkejutnya dia akan hal itu pada masa yang sama dari lobang itu juga muncul lagi seekor tikus hitam yang melakukan hal sama seperti tikus putih tadi menggigit tali yang diguna oleh pemuda itu untuk begayut.

Ooohhhh … jika tali ini putus, habislah riwayatku dimakan buaya! Cemas dia berfikir. Jika aku naik keatas,  sudah pasti harimau menerkamku. Jika menunggu disini, tali ini akan putus dan buaya dibawah ini telah lama bersiap sedia untuk menjamahku.

Saat itulah dia mendengar deruan serombongan lebah yang sedang mengangkut madu untuk dibawa kesarang mereka. Dia mendongakkan wajahnya keatas. Dan tanpa disangka-sangka jatuhlah setitis madu dari lebah itu dan kebetulan jatuh tepat dalam mulut pemuda itu.

Spontan pemuda tadi berkata…

Alangkah manisnya madu Ini, baru kali ini aku merasakan madu semanis dan selazat ini! Dia lupa akan ancaman buaya dan harimau tadi.


Tahukah anda,  intipati dari cerita diatas secara analoginya, pemuda tadi adalah kita semua 'manusia', harimau yang mengejar adalah maut kita, ajal memang selalu mengejar kita. Jadi ingatlah akan mati. Dua ekor buaya adalah diumpamakan sebagai malaikat Munkar Dan Nakir yang menunggu kita di alam kubur. Tali tempat pemuda bergayut adalah umur kita. Tikus putih dan tikus hitam adalah dunia kita siang dan juga malam yang sentiasa mengikis umur kita.

Diibaratkan cerita tikus tadi yang menggigit tali pemuda itulah siang dan malam . Madu setitis yang jatuh itu adalah nikmat dunia yang hanya sebentar. Bayangkan madu setitis tadi masuk ke mulut pemuda itu, dia terlupa akan ancaman harimau dan buaya yang sedang menunggunya, begitulah kita ketika kita menerima nikmat sedikit. Kita lupa kepada Tuhan. Ketika susah baru ingat kepada Tuhan.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Lidah dan Hati


Pada suatu hari, Luqman disuruh oleh tuannya menyembelih seekor kambing. Tuannya meminta Luqman mengeluarkan 2 keping daging yang sangat besar khasiatnya. Setelah Luqman al-Hakim menyembelih seekor kambing, beliau mengeluarkan lidah dan hati kambing tersebut. Beliau memasak dan menghidangkan untuk tuannya.


Pada suatu hari yang lain, tuannya menyuruh Luqman sekali lagi menyembelih seekor kambing. Kali ini dia menyuruh Luqman mengeluarkan dua keping daging yang paling menjijikkan. Sekali lagi Luqman yang bijaksana itu pun mengeluarkan lidah dan hati kambing. Beliau memasak dan menghidangkan kepada tuannya.

Tuannya berasa hairan dengan perbuatan Luqman itu, lalu dia memanggil dan bertanya kepada Luqman: "Wahai Luqman, bila saya meminta engkau mengeluarkan2 keping daging yang paling baik, engkau mengeluarkan lidah dan hati.

Sekarang ini saya meminta engkau mengeluarkan dua keping daging yang paling menjijikkan, engkau mengeluarkan lidah dan hati nya juga. Bolehkah engkau terangkan apa maksudmu??"

Luqman al-Hakim menjawab: "Wahai tuan, memang lidah dan hati itu adalah dua bahagian yang paling baik jika seseorang itu pandai memeliharanya. Akan tetapi jika seseorang itu tidak pandai memelihara dan mengawalnya, maka kedua-duanya boleh membinasakan dirinya.

Hati dapat menimbukan niat yang ikhlas dan baik. Ia boleh menimbulkan niat yang buruk dan jahat, curang dan dengki. Lidah pula boleh menuturkan kata-kata yang baik dan manis. Ia juga boleh memberi pengajaran kepada manusia.


Sebaliknya ia juga boleh mengeluarkan kata-kata yang kotor dan keji. Ia juga boleh menyebabkan permusuhan sesama manusia. Disebabkan lidah, manusia boleh berperang dan bunuh-membunuh.

Siapa Sebenarnya Kita


Sebelum memulakan seminar, Prof.Ibrahim mengeluarkan sehelai wang kertas bernilai RM100 dari dompetnya. Kemudian wang itu ditayangkan kepada 50 orang pesertanya.


"Siapa nak duit ni?" tanya Prof Ibrahim..

Semua peserta mengangkat tangan.

"Saya akan berikan duit ini kepada salah seorang daripada kamu, tapi izinkan saya membuat sesuatu dahulu ". Prof Ibrahim meramas-ramas duit itu hingga renyuk.

Kemudian dia menunjukkan duit yang sudah renyuk itu dan bertanya: "Ada sesiapa yang nak duit ini lagi?"

Hampir semua pesertanya mengangkat tangan. Prof Ibrahim mengangguk dan mencebikkan bibir.

"Okey apa kata kalau saya buat macam ni?"

Duit RM100 itu dicampakkan dan di tenyeh-tenyeh dengan kasutnya..

Prof Ibrahim memungutnya semula lalu diletakkan di atas meja. Wang kertas itu bukan sahaja renyuk tetapi juga kotor.

"Sekarang siapa nak duit ni?" tanya Prof Ibrahim.

Selesai dia bertanya, lebih separuh daripada jumlah pesertanya masih mengangkat tangan.

"Okay, apa yang boleh kita kutip daripada peristiwa itu tadi?" tanya Prof. Ibrahim lagi.

Pesertanya hanya diam, dan sesetengahnya hanya menggelengkan kepala. Mereka masih tidak dapat menangkap apa yang cuba disampaikan oleh Prof Ibrahim.

"Walau apapun yang saya lakukan pada duit ini, kamu tetap akan mahukannya. Betul tak? Kamu tahu kenapa? Kerana nilainya tidak berubah walaupun dipijak dan ditenyeh dengan kasut."

"RM100 tetap RM100 walaupun 10 kali dipijak." kata Prof.Ibrahim. Semua peserta yang mendengar kata-katanya hanya tersenyum.

Prof Ibrahim mengaitkan peristiwa itu dengan kehidupan seharian. Sering kali di dalam hidup,setiap orang akan merasai kejatuhan, hati hancur, ataupun dihina. Hinggakan suatu ketika kita akan merasa diri kita tidak berguna langsung.

"Tetapi walau apapun yang telah terjadi, ataupun yang akan terjadi, anda tidak akan hilang harga diri. Bersih atau kotor, renyuk atau licin, anda tetap berharga terutama pada mereka yang disayangi."

"Harga diri kita bukan datang daripada apa yang kita lakukan atau siapa yang kita kenal tapi siapa sebenarya kita?"jelas Prof Ibrahim.

Semua peserta ternganga mendengar penerangan profesor itu dan mereka lantas mengiyakan kebenaran kata-kata profesor itu...

Pelajaran ...


Harga diri kita bukan datang daripada apa yang kita lakukan atau siapa yang kita kenal tapi siapa sebenarya diri kita.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Random Thots - April 2015


















How a Password Changed My Life


I was having a great morning until I sat down in front of my office computer. “Your password has expired,” a server message flashed on my screen, with instructions for changing it.

Coming up with a new code doesn't seem like a big deal, unless you work at my company, where we have to change it monthly, using at least one uppercase character, one lowercase character, one symbol, and one numeral.

Oh, and the whole darn thing can’t be fewer than eight characters. And I can’t use any of the same passwords I've used in the past three months.

Suddenly I was furious. What didn't make it any better was that I was deeply depressed after my recent problem. Disbelief over what it had done to me was all I thought about. Every day.


That didn't mean anything to the empty input field with a pulsating cursor, waiting for me to type a password that I’d have to re-enter—many times—for the next 30 days. I remembered a tip I’d heard from my former boss. He’d said, “I’m going to use a password to change my life.”

I couldn't focus on getting things done in my current mood. There were clear indicators of what I needed to do to regain control of my life, but I couldn't heed them.

My password became the indicator. My password reminded me that I shouldn't let myself be a victim of my recent problem and that I was strong enough to do something about it.

I made my password Forgive@It.

I had to type this statement several times a day. Each time my computer would lock. Each time my screen saver would appear. Each time I would come back from eating lunch alone. In my mind, I wrote Forgive The Problem every day.

The simple action changed the way I looked at my problem. That constant reminder of reconciliation led me to accept the way things had happened at the end of my day and embrace a new way of dealing with my depression. As the month wore on, I felt a slow healing begin to take place. By the time my server prompted me to reset my password the following month, I felt free.

One month later, my dear Exchange server asked me yet again to reset my password. I thought about the next thing that I had to get done.

My password became Readbook@month.

I read a book a month.

This password was a painful one to type during that month, but doing it helped me to yell at myself in my mind as I typed that statement. It motivated me to follow my monthly goal.

One month later, my password became Save4trip@Dunedin.

Guess where I went three months later: Dunedin.

Seeing how these reminders helped to materialize my goals kept me motivated and excited. While it’s sometimes difficult to come up with your next goal, keeping at it brings great results.


Lesson learned? With the simple repetition of unlocking the computer, we will be able to make incredible things happen. Thanks to this method.

My latest password?

Life@Change - Life is gonna change again soon.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

I am Sorry


Once there was a man who had 3 daughters and was a single parent to his children.

One morning he asked his oldest daughter, Sonia, to do the breakfast dishes before going to school. Not realizing that she was already running late and facing too many tardy notices, he was stunned by her reaction. She burst into profuse tears.

Again, misinterpreting the motive behind the outburst, assuming that she was merely trying to get out of an unpleasant chore, he demanded that she dry her tears and get back to work immediately. She reluctantly obeyed him, but her anger could be clearly heard in the careless clanking of the dishes in the sink, she turned back to her father and stared sullenly out the window.


Usually the man use to take advantage of the uninterrupted time to spend with his children while driving them to school by teaching poetry or religious verses. However that morning there was no songs- only deathly, stubborn silence. The man dropped his daughter, mumbled a good bye and moved to office.

He tried to work but couldn’t concentrate all he could see was his daughter’s scared, tear-stained face as she hesitantly climbed out of the car to face her teachers and classmates. The man began to realize that his timing had gone wrong and with the passage of the day he began to feel remorseful.

So he decided to say SORRY to his daughter and couldn’t wait till suppertime to apologize. So he took permission from the school to take his daughter for lunch and was astonished to see the surprise on her face.


He led her by her arm through the corridor and as the doors banged behind them, he turned towards his daughter and said, “Sonia I am sorry. I am so very sorry! It’s not that I shouldn't have asked you to help out at home, but I had no right on it this morning without any previous warning.

I upset you at a time when you most needed my love and support- just before you went to school. And I let you go without saying ‘I love you’. I was wrong. Please forgive me.”

Sonia put her arms around her father’s neck and hugged him and said “Oh, Dad, of course I forgive you. I love you too.”


The power of these restorative words, “I am Sorry!” is such that they heal relationships – between us and our friends and loved ones, and between us and God.

A Pound of Butter


There was a farmer who sold a pound of butter to the baker. One day the baker decided to weigh the butter to see if he was getting a pound and he found that he was not. This angered him and he took the farmer to court.


The judge asked the farmer if he was using any measure. The farmer replied, amour Honor, I am primitive. I don't have a proper measure, but I do have a scale." The judge asked, "Then how do you weigh the butter?"

The farmer replied "Your Honor, long before the baker started buying butter from me, I have been buying a pound loaf of bread from him. Every day when the baker brings the bread, I put it on the scale and give him the same weight in butter. If anyone is to be blamed, it is the baker."

What is the moral of the story?


We get back in life what we give to others. Whenever you take an action, ask yourself this question: Am I giving fair value for the wages or money I hope to make? Honesty and dishonesty become a habit.


Some people practice dishonesty and can lie with a straight face. Others lie so much that they don't even know what the truth is anymore. But who are they deceiving?

Themselves

A Meal with an Amazing Waiter


Fresh out of university, I got a short-term job with a touring theatre company. The terms were ridiculous: $300 for a month’s work away from home, to be paid at the end of that month. Only one meal a day would be provided; for the rest, we were on our own.


We depended on cheap food from convenience stores that could be stored and prepared in a hotel room. Did you know that you can cook maggi mee in a coffeepot? I also learned that you can eat sardine in the can without cooking them and that you can live on cream crackers.

The first of our venues was a lovely, sprawling resort. I don’t know what had happened between the staff and the previous theater company, but we could sense the bad feeling when we arrived. The wait staff despised us from the start.

They withheld utensils from us at dinner, while our one-meal-for-the-day cooled. The owner invited our company to eat dinner in the restaurant because we were far from home, but the staff refused to let us in. It was ugly.

When we arrived at the second venue, our first order of business was to re-block the show for the new stage. While we practiced, I saw in my peripheral vision a table being set. I panicked. It was midday—which meant that they were serving us lunch. Sandwiches were better than maggi mee and cream crackers, but getting lunch would mean no hot dinner. We really counted on that being our hot meal of the day.

We were called over to eat. The table was beautifully set, with a linen cloth and origami-folded napkins. The sandwiches were elaborate and generous, along with heaps of potato chips and pitchers of cold drinks. It was so nicely done. How could we complain in the face of it? Afterward, I took the headwaiter aside and expressed our preference for our one meal to be dinner.

Our dinner would be at six, he told me. He added that the “one meal a day” clause in our contract was nonsense and that for the entire run of the show, the venue would be giving us lunch and dinner daily.

We returned at six, grateful and nervous because this still seemed too good to be true. Our table was downstairs, away from the audience but set as beautifully as an audience table. We sat down to table linens and folded napkins again, and because it was dinner, we had multiple forks for courses and side plates for salad.

We were served by a cheerful waiter who sang to us. He refilled our water glasses, took orders for coffee, and even brought us dessert. At the end, we tried to bus our plates to the kitchen. We felt that it was only fair—after all, we were staff too.

But that caused a minor scuffle. The wait staff said that we didn’t have to do that; we insisted that we must. We relented when the headwaiter explained, “This is enjoyable for us only if you let us do it right.”

That was more than 20 years ago, and I still get teary over the memory. We were so hungry and tired and so tense from the meanness of the staff at the first venue. The new waiters were joyful, and they took such pride and pleasure in their work.


Since then, I’ve tried to live like them: Enjoy work by doing it right. Be generous. Fold those metaphorical napkins into pretty birds; sing while you serve, and treat those who have nothing to give you as well as you would treat a paying customer.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

The Date With Mom Part 1



After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you."

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

"What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I responded, "just the two of us." She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much."

As I drove over to pick her up that Friday after work I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting."

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mother sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.

"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation; nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. 

We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed. "How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice, much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.

The Date With Mom Part 2



A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place Mother and I had dined.

An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby. Somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal" is history.

Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first. Somebody doesn't have two or more children.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery. Somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."

Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married. Somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heart strings.

Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home. Somebody never had grandchildren.

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don’t need to tell her. Somebody isn't a mother.

Watch your thoughts, they become words. Watch your words, they become actions. Watch your actions, they become habits. Watch your habits, they become character. Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.

"Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle".